When you are old, you can't walk anymore

Take a nap by the fire and recall your youth

A few poems by Yeats sing the mother I love most when I get old, and the feelings I miss most in my heart. Lin Zaishan rarely took a deep breath on the court to suppress the spreading thoughts, and then sang it down.

How many people have loved you in your youthful time

Love your beauty or true heart

There is only one person who still loves your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face

When you get old, your eyebrows are drooping

The lights are dim and unstable

The wind blows your news

This is the song in my heart

Everyone was moved when you were old when you heard Lin Zaishan’s song, and their mood was heavy.

There is an indescribable emotion that lingers in people's hearts. It is hard to say whether it is missing or missed, but every pore on their bodies is blindfolded by this emotion. Until Lin Zaishan plays the harmonica of the magical pen, this emotion penetrates their hearts, causing the heart to collapse, and people's eyes gradually become wet.

As long as you are a human being, you will feel grateful to your parents in your heart. This feeling may be difficult to express due to face or other obstacles. But in your heart, parents will always be our most trustworthy and warm safe haven.

Maybe younger friends don’t feel this strong, but parents will definitely understand the meaning of their parents to them. It is no exaggeration to describe this meaning as great.

When the whole world collapses, the only one that can stand by you and is worthy of your dependence is your parents.

And now, this eternal safe haven in Lin Zaishan’s heart is gone.

This loss is so painful for a person like him who works in art, perhaps others cannot understand it.

But in his singing, everyone could hear the distant thoughts and love in his heart.

It would be fine if the singers performed before Lin Zaishan, but they were moved. Zhao Liang and Liu Yayan, who had not performed later, could not listen to Lin Zaishan singing this song. Their voices were sore, which greatly affected their throat condition.

They wanted to resist letting the heavy emotion in their hearts ferment, but under Lin Zaishan's simple but profound voice, the softest part of their hearts was constantly touched, just like being touched by their parents' hands when they were childhood. The warm and heart-warming family emotion made it difficult for them to control themselves, and their emotions were slowly evaporated.

Liu Yayan listened to Lin Zaishan playing the harmonica and looked at Lin Zaishan's gray-haired appearance in the close-up of the camera. She was so moved that she couldn't help but burst into tears, making her eye makeup burst into tears and she had to melt again.

Guan Yaling was dressed up very hard today, but listening to Lin Zaishan's moving folk song, she secretly wiped her tears and turned back to the little girl in the eyes of her parents.

Bai Ge pursed her little mouth tightly and refused to let herself cry, but in her heart, she could best understand Lin Zaishan's mood at this moment, because like Lin Zaishan, she would never see her mother's white hair, sleepy and drowsy appearance. She wanted to love the wrinkles on her face without this opportunity. What is the incompetence of heaven and earth, maybe this is it.

Retrieve the harmonica, Lin Zaishan uses the old guitar as the carrier of longing, and continues to sing down

When you get old, your hair turns white

Sleepy and drowsy

When you are old, you can't walk anymore

Take a nap by the fire and recall your youth

How many people have loved you in your youthful time

Love your beauty or true heart

There is only one person who still loves your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face

When I get old, my eyebrows are drooping

The lights are dim and unstable

The wind blows your news

This is the song in my heart

When I get old, I really hope

This song is for you

When Lin Zaishan sang the last sentence "When I'm old", the audience was about to be sang and many men's eyes turned red.

Even the strongest person will be crushed by the song Lin Zaishan.

Lin Zaishan's own heart was even more broken, this was his true voice.

He didn't see his mother's gray hair, but his own hair turned white first.

I sang, but the person I wanted to sing to her the most could not hear this song.

Who can understand such pain?
Chapter completed!